Day 3

Life in the Core lane has been a little slow going. There are a few obstacles in the way right now.

I can't drive yet. Not until tomorrow. So that makes it hard to grocery shop. When I was still very, very sore and recovering in bed, I sent my husband for a few items. Some soup. Some white soda (this was pre-Core and post operation and, at the time, presently, nauseated from pain meds). Some fruit. He managed the soup and the soda just fine. Just fine. I was so proud. And then came the fruit. *sigh* He's very cute.

He brought home 3 green organic bananas. I don't buy organic bananas. Not to offend the organic who read this, but I see no point in buying organic bananas. The peel comes off. The fruit is protected inside.

And they are like 30 times as expensive as regular bananas.

The point is, even with a list, I cannot send my husband to the grocery store.

My dad took me to the store the other night. Have you ever been shopping with a 72 year old man? It was the world's quickest trip. Bare necessities. I endured endless debate on my choices and how much more money it cost where we were than at the other stores in town. And I still didn't get any bananas. Because they were $.69 at the superstore we were at and he can get them for $.47 somewhere and it wasn't worth the argument. So I left them there.

I've managed to make good choices with what I have available. Like some nice turkey chili tonight.

But, I am DYING to be in a store on my own.

And, no, please don't suggest hubby driving me. I'd have to take the kids too. Have you ever shopped with kids? I know some people do it, but they cannot possibly enjoy it. I know I don't enjoy when other people shop with their kids.

Or their husbands. Have you seen these people? They stand, open mouthed, together in front of whatever I am trying to find, debating the merits of brand A over brand B. Like neither one of them can make a decision without the other. Or she demurs to him. "What do you want, sweetie? I like this, but it's up to you." Ugh. If you have to do that, come to the store at 11 pm when I will be asleep, because I do not want to have to watch that. My husband eats whatever I feed him and is happy to have it. Sure, I throw him a bone now and again. I fix his favorites, and he doesn't suffer. But mostly he doesn't bug me to go shopping. And I really love him for it.